Rose, fortunately, is not a zombie. She is younger though, apparent in the shape of her face in addition to her shorter height as she turns to better face the fucking nun that just jogged up to her. The costume tells her nothing, but the tufts of blond, the shape of his features, and those shades--

"Dave? Why are you--" Older, taller, wearing that ridiculous getup, here at all. It's too many questions, and she drops them together with the hitched-up hem of her robe. It's muddy anyway from traipsing out to the castle and back, but it's easier to walk without the stupid thing tripping her feet.

She ignores it as she steps closer. Anna had said he was a teenager, and she can suppose that's true, but it didn't really prepare her for this. He's a nun, she's a crap wizard, and they're in a stinking, rotting village in the middle of a death game.

"I don't know where to start," she admits helplessly. "How long have you been here?"